Short stories

A Mother’s Day Tale

Her lips frown as if she smells a rancid stench while her head nods side to side.
Read ‘A Mother’s Day Tale’

Do I smell love?

My matching lace bra and panties are somewhere on his cherrywood floor, but I was mentally prepared to go home last night to my vibrator.

Trikk Queen

Before you assume that I’m a lazy pyramid scheme running, escort just know that I believe I have helped people!